The Trouble with Exes…

They don’t stay in Texas…unless of course…you live there…and then…where else would they be…or so it seems…

Honestly…for the most part…I never have contact with my…once husband…unless…there is something going on with the kids that we need to discuss…which is almost never since they are grown…or…there is an event…such as a wedding…but…more likely…a funeral…that brings us together…

It started years ago…his uncle died…he was a man that I admired and respected…he was my daughters’ great uncle…the girls were too young to go alone…I took them…it seemed only natural to do so…

I attended his father’s service…he attended mine…I loved his parents…he loved mine…we both love our daughters…it seemed only natural to do so…

And…it was…or at least it is…in my family…when my step-father passed away last winter…I laughed and said there were enough exes there to be pallbearers…and there were…thankfully they weren’t all mine…but…Grandpa had touched each of their lives in some way…they needed to pay their respects as well…

Not to say it wasn’t awkward at times…but…there were no tense moments…no snide remarks…only condolences for the loss of a great man…

Maybe…it’s not so bad…that those exes…don’t stay in Texas…

Jane

The Ever Changing Little Black Dress…

Every woman needs a little black dress…or two or three…I’ve heard that phrase as least as long as I’ve been considered a woman…and…I’ve had my share of them over the years…that one special dress that looked really good on me…and could be slipped on at a moment’s notice…for the right invitation…

Unfortunately…I’ve seen an evolution in my black dress over the years…first of all…it ain’t so little anymore…yeah…that one really gets to me…but…it’s true…and…second…it’s not kept in a place of honor in the closet to be pulled out for a night out on the town…no…those invitations are fewer and further between…well actually…they don’t exist…and the black dress…is now used primarily for its slimming abilities…and for funerals…

I have reached the age…when the reality is…I’m aging…and so is my family and circle of friends…and with aging…comes death…I’m not really comfortable talking about it…but it does…and the need for that black dress…comes more and more often…

I’m currently without said dress…I reluctantly gave my last version away not so long ago…because it didn’t fit…and…I really need to get a new one…I saw one on a recent shopping trip…but…decided not to try it on at the time…maybe I wasn’t in the mood to spend money…maybe I was disappointed at my lack of social invitations…or…maybe I was trying to avoid the inevitable by not having the appropriate dress in the closet…

If the later was my intent…it hasn’t worked…I’ve needed that dress a couple of times already…I’ve shown up in pastel…I know that I should go back to see if it is still there…but…I’m not sure that I will…somehow…the little black dress has lost its appeal for me…as I try to hold on to life as I know it…

Jane